[booksquoteslife]

“She could shut out the whole world, including herself.”

— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones

[losthavenmine]

The Secret Garden (1993)

[enchantedbook]

“Snowdrop” From Alice, and Other Fairy Plays for Children illustration Mary Sibree, 1881

[pixerinawitcherina]

A young woman is accused of witchcraft and walks through a door between folklore and fantasy.

[kiefbowl]

I'm so sick of hearing what men think girlhood is. I spent too many lonely hours in the woods you don't even know

[derangedrhythms]

I’m still in the forest, darkening

Alice Notley, Disobedience; from ‘Have made Earth as the mirror of heaven’

[petaltexturedskies]

My roots go down to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through veins of lead and silver. I am all fibre. All tremors shake me, and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

[petaltexturedskies]

Sara Teasdale, from "Snow Song"

[femenemenism]

"before you purchase harry potter products remember that jkr uses the money to fund the terf movement"

oh right i will remember... queen

[petaltexturedskies]

How suddenly the woods have turned again. I feel like Daphne, standing with my arms outstretched to the season, overtaken by color, crowned with the hammered gold of leaves.

Linda Pastan, from "The Months"

[bebemoon]

dilara findikoglu rtw spring 2o26, lfw .

[petaltexturedskies]

But days, too, of the wild blackness of great autumn storms, followed by dank, wet, streaming nights when there was witch-laughter in the pines and fitful moans among the mainland trees.

L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle

[petaltexturedskies]

They are coy, these sisters, Autumn and Death, and they both have learnt what it is to wait. (…) their world is a world where a blackened sun shines like ebony over the floes of a shadeless ice, and no wind blows.

Amy Lowell, from "Autumn and Death" in The Complete Poetical Works of Amy Lowell

[lemaldusiecle]

Detail of Rosaleen’s bedroom wall from The Company of Wolves (1984) :

Le Petit Chaperon Rouge et Le Loup by Gustave Doré, (1862).

[pixerinawitcherina]

"In the dream-language, pomegranate means dusk and the rattling of dry leaves. It also means winter. It means black bile and a cloister."

—Sofia Samatar, An Account of the Land of Witches

[virgin-martyr]

my hair trailing its underground scents my eyes heavy variations of darkness

Forough Farrokhzad, excerpt from "Once More" (trans. Jascha Kessler with Amin Banani)

[phantomleaves]

RULE OF ROSE 2006